Sitting and thinking,
Thinking of all the haunting memories,
Of what I once called, me,
When minutes went by with what felt like eternity,
And while I may have changed drastically,
These memories, they still haunt me,
The scars they remind me, of all the times I lost it,
Lost what I used to think was my last shred of sanity,
My last shred of dignity,
It would leave me instantly, when the first drop of blood dripped down,
Silently.